Whiching Hour
I open my eyes
To a world of horror and pain
Wars sundering nations, people
Greed separating “haves” from “have-nots”
Privilege and power oppressing those “different”
Poverty starving the life out of families, children
Hatred dividing us
Violence killing us
Our way of existence destroying the planet
The only escape: sleep
I close my eyes
I open my eyes
To a land of want and deprivation
Spectral forms haunt the shadows
Pursuing, devouring the huddled masses
Existence futile, meaningless, unfulfilling
Tortured souls left bereft, hollow, by the absence of love
Hopelessness
Helplessness
Eternity as a smoking, denuded plain
The only escape: sleep
I close my eyes
And ask myself at the dreaded hour:
Which is reality?
And which nightmare?
By Mike Turner
From: United States
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